It was all in your head
A made up dream
Of something
Of someone
That could be
You thought they saw you
You opened up
But there was nothing there
But the hollow
Don’t let it swallow
You whole
A hole
Worn in your soul
From all the effort
To open up
A passing glance
A faded, jaded fantasy
Of you dancing with me
But only when you let yourself free
Do you even see me?
Or was it just a fantasy
Nothing but dreams dancing
Prancing through this life of strife
Withered from the years
Tethered to the thought of being heard
I hung on your every word
As I thought you did with mine
It felt so sublime
But now I know for certain
The curtain is drawn
It was all in my mind
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I want to grow and I’m going to grow. I’m not going to be this version of myself anymore and you won’t know who I become. You won’t talk to her, or be by her side as she goes through life— you won’t know her. Her heart won’t even remember the small moments that’ve clung to it for so long. I’ll watch her embrace a new life that has nothing to do with you, and there won’t be a space waiting like there has been for far too long.
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Comments (2)
Most of us have known precisely what you have written here. Some of us continue to live it & see no hope of escape.
Another great and thought-provoking poem. Enjoyed this one a lot!